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Jun 2021
Everything hides
Nothing is found
There’s string on me
And I cannot breathe

Mum, I’m not angry, nor sad
I’m not mad
I don’t feel anything
I can’t feel anything

World’s turning around
I’m loosing my mind
Can’t tell apart
What’s wrong, what’s right

It breaks my heart
My light burns out
I’ve tried to fight
Got caught by fright

Brain feels so wired
It doesn’t shut up
I’m just so tired
Of playing the part

Still fear there’s someone
Who’s pulling my strings
Like I’m some puppet
You’ll  see on TV
Written by
Clarissa  17/F
(17/F)   
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   Bogdan Dragos and Benzene
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